The Seasonals
04-24-2014, 04:22 PM
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IT DON'T RUN IN OUR BLOOD Name: February Season Group: Winter Appearance: (Design ref) February is nothing special, as the month itself usually is. She has a pale coat, with very scant markings, and is a lithe woman in just about every sense of the word. Build: Standing at 35 inches in height, the lady is nothing special in that regard, if a little on the taller side. Hips and shoulders are petite, giving her a delicate appearance. Her curves are not extremely pronounced, but one cannot deny that they exist, despite her infrequent use of them to her benefit. Her legs are long, holding her high and regal, and ending in tea cupped paws. Her cranium is dainty, with high, defined cheekbones and a long, tapering muzzle. Her ears are tall and sensitive to every little sound, apt to flick and twitch atop her crown. Coat: A thick, plush pelt was blessed upon the femme. It holds the palest alabaster hues, and is soft as silk. She possesses a thick ruff and tail fur, the long strands giving her a little more protection against winter's bite. Two bands of pale ashen tones wrap about her forelegs, just above her ankles. Similar colours form a partial band about her muzzle, stripes painted down the sides of her snout. Her long plume is dipped in that very tone at the tip. Eyes: The large, enchanting pools of the pale dame as strangely bright. Lovely magenta pigments swirl about her iris' and stand out against her face. They sparkle and glint, and capture the attention of all who meet her gaze. Other: February, strangely enough, bears the scent of rose blossoms. Alluring and faint, it trails along her path and marks it as hers. Her voice is lovely, a feminine alto the rings strong when she speaks. Her laughter is something else, a tinkling sound similar to the chiming of tiny bells. She loves to sing, and often enough is found doing it, her vocals like a river of honey. Personality: February is not the most bubbly woman, more apt to simply dip her head in greeting and smile. However, neither is she cold and distant. When one comes to meet this woman, she is more likely to greet them kindly, politely, and grows close to others eventually. She does not have a problem with talking to others, she is comfortable sharing things every now and again if it's needed. When she is having a bad day, it is not unheard of for her to share her qualms with strangers or her family and friends. She enjoys having fun, laughing with her family and friends. She finds there should always be a time to spend enjoying oneself and letting the days troubles slip away. However, that does not mean she frolics about like a child and plays with mud. February is often known to take a male to bed every now and again, one of her many traits. She doesn't see the sense in saving oneself for that 'special someone' when they might not come for years. A girl's got needs, you know? However, this does not means she sleeps with every man she meets, more like those she finds to be attractive, and wouldn't mind sleeping with. C'est l'amour. The lady has a temper, but nothing worth fretting over. If someone crosses a line, she will make sure they are put into their place. Not one to resort to violence, she will usually give them a serious tongue lashing and leave it at that. Violence is an unnecessary, messy thing that she tries to avoid as much as possible. RP Sample: The alabaster femme trotted across the barren tundra, letting out a deep sigh as she meandered about in search of something to pass the time. Her ash tipped plume swung at her heels, brushing against them as she strode along. Her magenta hued pools scanned the horizon, the magnificent mountains in the distance coaxing a glimmer of admiration in those brightly coloured optics. Suddenly, the ground began to tremble, shuddering to life under her pale paws. A yelp of shock escaped her regal maw, and her eyes widened. The pebbles bounced upon the terra around her, the scant grass whipping from side to side. The quaking intensified, making it hard to keep her footing. All the grace and poise she usually had was gone as she stumbled into a run, searching for somewhere to hide. Where were her siblings? Her cousins? Was everyone else feeling this terrible shaking? Ivory paws struck the shivering terrain awkwardly as she cantered to the south, frantic for reprieve. Suddenly, everything seemed to explode, and the ground beneath her gave way. Seeing no other option, the porcelain lady leaped towards the sun, in hopes she would find the ground again. Sailing through the air, dirt caught in her eyes and forced them shut. She was blind, and in free fall for all she knew. No sooner had that thought crossed her mind than her feet struck the ground with such force that she crumpled like a sheet of paper. Panting, mauve orbs flew open as she took in her surroundings. Safe, for now. The ground still heaved violently beneath her, and her tail seemed to be hanging over the edge of a newly formed chasm. The permafrost had given way to a long well that could lead anywhere. A deep, shaking breath was all she allowed herself as the pallid wolfess hauled herself to her feet. Without further ado, she was off again. The woman ran as fast as she could, heading for the clearing where they usually gathered. Was everyone alright? She would have to wait and see, by the look of things. Tall audits were plastered to her tiara as she ran, the loud upheaval proving painful on her eardrums. Soon, flat land gave way to a sparse forest of conifers. She would be there soon, and see what the leaders wanted them to do now. |
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